Yan Gou failed miserably

Shovel snow

Hearing the muttering on the side, Si Xian's expression was a little unnatural, he glanced at his silly deskmate quietly, and remained silent.

He Ci wanted to continue to sleep, but suddenly felt the strange gaze from his deskmate.

Hey, why are you looking at me like that.

Think carefully about what the class teacher said, morning, grove, kiss, lovers...

Σ(°°)︴!

Isn't it the two of them who are so daring?

Now He Ci was completely refreshed, and his drowsiness was swept away. He carefully recalled what happened in the morning to see what went wrong.

Thinking about it, my face turned red again.

In the early morning, kissing under the heavy snow, no matter how I think about it, I feel extremely ashamed.

The head teacher then lectured on the podium: "But I believe that this is definitely not a student in our class. I know you quite well."

He Ci: Coincidentally, hey, it really is.

"Here, although it's a cliché, I still want to remind everyone that it's not the time to fall in love..." He Weidong solemnly started the love education once every three days on average.

There is nothing worth noting about this statement, the key is the last sentence of the head teacher.

"Regarding the couple kissing, the attitude of the school leaders must be determined. It is basically certain that it is our senior three students. I hope everyone will take it as a warning."

After all, He Weidong carefully looked at the expressions of the students to see if there was anyone with a strange expression.

When He Ci heard that he still needed to investigate, his heart skipped a beat, and he began to think wildly, with ups and downs.

He was caught kissing Si Xian by the school leader, and then had to separate due to pressure, and had to transfer to another school if he couldn't keep it together, and then staged a scene of love and parting.

In the end, I was lonely and depressed, and I missed my sweetheart in the distance every day, and I was crying.

This kind of feeling can directly teach people to mourn and ecstasy.

As time goes by, slowly, thoughts have drifted to the life of the two in their twilight years.

Thinking of the two people with gray hair, but they could only look at each other across the fence, He Ci felt his nose sore and his eyes were inexplicably red.

The most bitter thing is love and parting, and you can't ask for it.

Si Xian saw this, even if he was like him, he still had the feeling that Monk Zhanger couldn't figure it out.

He stretched out his left hand, stretched it to the side, patted He Ci's palm gently, and whispered reassuringly, "It's all right, there is no surveillance over the woods."

He Ci, who was still immersed in the tragedy, heard this, and the plot in his heart collapsed.

Harm, there is no monitoring, so it's okay——

Entering the play and leaving the play are so fast, it is worthy of you!

"It's okay, I'm not worried, even if I find out, it's just a transfer at most, anyway, you won't leave me, right?"

He Ci sorted out his emotions and smiled.

Si Xian: You didn't look worried just now, did you?

He Weidong was on the podium, he could clearly see the small movements of the two people below, but he didn't think about the couple kissing in the morning, he just thought that the two could not bear the loneliness and talked quietly.

"Whether you leave or not depends on your performance." Si Xian and He Ci stayed together for a long time, and his spiritual world unknowingly became more dramatic.

"Then I will perform well and strive to get your exclusive favor."

He Weidong couldn't stand it anymore. Although the two of them spoke in a very low voice and couldn't hear a sound, they always felt offended.

He began to assign tasks: "The snow outside has also stopped, and there is plenty of time at noon. Students on duty and students who want to do voluntary labor can go down to shovel the snow. The monitor will tell you the exact location."

The original plan was to shovel snow in the morning, but because the snow suddenly fell again, it was delayed until noon.

Because the two were late for the morning reading, or equivalent to being late, they were punished to shovel snow with the students on duty, so they followed suit.

A group of people arrived below, and many students and employees have already started working in full swing. The squad leader assigned tools to everyone, pointed out the location, and retired after all the work was done.

Everyone consciously chooses a small area, because there are more people from the fourth class, so the average area that needs to be cleaned is relatively small.

The two of Si Xian, once again tacitly chose the side of the steps that are far away from the crowd.

Standing next to the snow layer, He Ci held his weapon and squinted his eyes.He stepped back a few steps, put on a charging posture, and shouted loudly.

"Hey, watch me kill you!"

As he spoke, He Ci took a long round-headed shovel, rushed towards the thick snow layer, inserted it hard, and then pulled it out to push the snow aside, doing it with great enjoyment.

After a while, He Ci's location was almost cleared up. He supported the ground with a long shovel and looked at the small snowdrift on the left, feeling a sense of accomplishment spontaneously.

"As expected of me!" He Ci smirked again, the tip of his nose was stained red due to the cold, like a sly fox, really cute.

His hands were red from the cold, like a piece of fine cold jade.

Si Xian frowned and took off his gloves.

"Xiaoci, put on your gloves."

"No, no, I'm not cold—" He Ci beamed brightly, with a youthful air all over his body.

The turbulent air-conditioning around him couldn't stop the hot blood leaking from his bones.

Si Xian was helpless, he put the gloves in his pocket, stepped forward, held the two cold fox paws, and warmed the fox with his own temperature.

For a moment, the fox seemed to have returned to the refreshing warmth of spring when the grass grows and the warblers fly.It was like, back to the scorching sun in summer, that kind of hotness in my heart.

"Si Xian, why are your hands so warm—" He asked a very idiotic question.

"Because good kids wear gloves when they go out in winter." Si Xian was serious, with his hands clenched tightly.

"Well, then, am I not a good boy? I have shoveled so much snow—"

"That's 80.00% five good kids."

"All right--"

Bu Yanfei, a student on duty at the side, was shoveling snow when he suddenly saw pink bubbles floating in the air.

Hey, this is going to be like that!

Turning his head, as expected, he saw two people holding hands, talking with smiles.

Immediately, Dabu lost the motivation to shovel the snow, and even the shovel in his hand was somewhat unable to hold it.

Once upon a time, I was also a handsome young student from all over the world, who would have thought that in the third year of high school, I would faint from eating dog food every day.

He Ci caught sight of Dabu and shouted loudly, "Da...bu...how lazy are you—"

This voice instantly focused the students' attention on Buyanfei who was feeling dejected.

Dabu was sad and angry, but he didn't say a word. He turned his grief and anger into strength, and ravaged the snow in front of him.

The two of us who were still Qingqing completely ignored the gazes cast from time to time around us.